I was running out of time. All my friends' lives were on the line.
"Fionna..." The Litch King coaxed. "Aren't you cold?" No. I have to fight it. "Fionna..." He called again. His words racked my brain. I couldn't go down like this. No. It wouldnt be acceptable. "Come with me, my dear." The Litch hummed. "As I guide you to warmth." It seemed as if it had just dropped at least twenty degrees. I was nearly frozen. "Fionna.." I've had it with this stupid king.
I almost laugh when a magestic bird swoops in an mauls The Litch's face. I watch as the sence plays out in slow motion. Razor sharp talons the size of daggers pierce his skin (or whats left if it). That's when I relized the horrible screaching it was making. I cover my ears and scream, trying to cover up the blood-curttling sound esaping the beak of that inraged creature. I find myself still screamimg as my eyes dart open and I quickly sit up.
I wipe my crusty eyes and stare at the clock, trying to comprhend the time. It takes probably five minutes to figure it out, but I notcie the time is 7:30. No way I'm getting anymore sleep tonight. I recall the night's horrible visions and wonder why something feels so ...odd... about my nightmare. I am knocked completely out of my train of thought when something punches me in the gut. That hideous creature that had mauled The Litch was a horribly inraged Cosmic Owl.